


Everything and Nothing

by SkylineStarryEyed



Category: Supernatural
Genre: M/M
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2014-10-14
Updated: 2014-10-15
Packaged: 2018-02-21 03:28:52
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,880
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2453039
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SkylineStarryEyed/pseuds/SkylineStarryEyed
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Please do not judge me!! This is my first fic.<br/>After Sam kicks Dean out of the hotel and Dean strikes out at the bar, Cas is his last remaining outlet.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Stricken

**Author's Note:**

> Please forgive my formatting. I haven't figured out how it works yet...

After everything that Dean Winchester had been through, simple things should be easy for him. Things like… sex. Of course, given his luck, nothing ever was easy, especially not the blonde he had picked out at the bar.  
With Sam mad at him again for god knows what, Dean had been left to do his own thing for a few hours. This usually included finding some run-down bar and convincing a woman to take him home. He loved women; with their soft curves and long hair. So why was he having so much trouble finding one tonight?  
As if sensing his frustration, the sound of wings filled Dean’s ears for a split second before the trusty Castiel appeared to make things worse.  
“Hello, Dean.” Cas said in his rough monotone. “I could feel your discomfort. Can I assist you somehow?”  
“Cas, you would be the worst wing man.” Dean considered this and chuckled to himself at the word ‘wing man.’ “And an even worse drinking buddy. I’m trying to find someone to help me take the edge off. You know, someone to… Spend the night with?” He returned his gaze to the bar, zeroing in on a particular red head in a leather half-jacket.  
“I have a hotel room. Stay the night with me.” Cas offered. Dean laughed, actually turning to look at Cas.  
“I doubt you would be into what I’ve got planned, and while I’ve been there before, it’s not my favorite.” The red head turned to a friend, laughing and showing all of her teeth. Dean decided that her laugh, while loud, was cute.  
“Oh.” Cas mused. “You’re seeking a sexual companion. I doubt I would be suitable considering that my short stint as human was sexually uneventful.” Dean turned to Cas again, this time with a red face.  
“For the love- Cas! You are killing my buzz!” Dean took a moment to breathe and psych himself up. “Why don’t you grab a round in case I’ll be joining you. Although that’s not likely.” He flashed his charming half smile and moved in.  
“Lesbian.” Dean said.  
“Yes, Dean. A woman who loves women.”  
“I know what a lesbian is, Cas!” Dean shook his head. “I just feel like I’m having the worst luck! Sammy is mad, We’re at a dead-end case wise, and I can’t even score a night?!”  
“Perhaps it is time you returned to the hotel.” Cas suggested. Dean shook his head. Sam was mad. Sam was always mad. But Dean was taking it especially hard these days. When they were young he could dismiss Sam’s anger because he had to be the adult. But now?  
“I can’t. Sammy needs time.”  
“Then come with me.” Cas decided. Dean took one last glance across the bar and gave in.  
Once they were there he kicked his shoes off at the door. Cas moved to the couch and perched at the edge of it like an overly polite house guest. A discarded pizza box was the only evidence of Cas’ stay. Dean crossed to the bed and sat on the edge, immersed in his own thoughts.  
“I want to help you.” Cas said. Dean shook his head without looking up.  
“There’s nothing you can do Cas.”  
“Is this why you seek women? To relieve emotional turmoil?” Cas asked.  
“I guess so. Sammy is just so angry, and he’s always so angry. I feel like one of us always wants to punch the other. Picking up women is easy for me and the sex lets me turn off my brain for a while.” He paused only to feel Cas’ hand on his knee. Dean lifted his face from his hands and stared into Cas’ eyes.  
“I want to help you.” Cas repeated. He kneeled at the foot of the bed between Dean’s knees with one hand on Dean and the other on the mattress.  
“Cas…” Dean murmured. Cas moved up pressing his lips to Dean’s before either man could think. The kiss was short and rough but pleasant. Dean felt his shoulders relax in the few short seconds Cas was there.  
“I’ve seen the way you look at men. The same way you looked at those women today. You may act on it less, but men are suitable for your sexual desires as well.” Cas said breathlessly. Dean was starting to see a little bit of Cas’ human side peeking out. Cas wanted this.  
“Yeah.” Dean breathed. “But Cas, you don’t have to do this. I’m okay.” Cas smiled nervously.  
“I want to, Dean. I have wanted to for a while.”  
Cas’ consent was all it took for Dean to surge forward, grabbing the man by his trench coat and pulling him in for a kiss. Their mouths crushed together in a passionate tangle that landed Dean on his back. Cas scrambled to straddle him and continue the kiss, their tongues pushing, feeling around.  
It was true, Dean was into men. He typically preferred women, but hey, you can’t fit people into boxes. He had acted on same-sex attractions before. Cas was a late night fantasy that had gotten him off a time or two but he never imagined he could have the real thing. And Cas was something. He was eager and intense, pulling at Dean’s jacket without breaking their connection. No sooner had Dean shrugged out of it than Cas had his hands on the hem of his shirt.  
“Are you sure?” Dean asked against the angel’s mouth.  
“Yes.” Cas returned, pulling the shirt off and casting it aside. He placed a cool hand against Dean’s shoulder, “This is where I gripped you when I pulled you from Hell, bloody and bruised and beautiful.” Dean worked Cas out of his jacket and tie and started to unbutton his shirt. Cas was constantly distracting him with kisses across his jawline that seemed to send jolts of electricity south. Once Cas’ shirt was off Dean grabbed him around the ribs and flipped him onto his back on the cheap motel bed spread. He kissed down Cas’ bare chest, which was exactly as he dreamed it would be.  
Cas arched up off the bed as Dean’s mouth went further and further down and Dean finally unbuttoned and slid off Cas’ pants. He got to his feet and unbuckled his own belt, shoving his pants down around his ankles to reveal gray boxer briefs and a raging erection. Cas’ eyes lingered and Dean watched his throat bob as he swallowed.  
“We can stop.” Dean offered. And he meant it. Sex was a release for him but he was always careful with his partners. He wanted it to be something they enjoyed as well, not just something for him.  
“Don’t stop, Dean.” Cas said. “I don’t want you to stop.”  
Dean was on top of him in a heartbeat, kissing and nipping at the exposed flesh. He felt his cock brush against Cas’ erection which was still hidden beneath red briefs and Cas shuddered.  
“We could do it this way?” He offered, rubbing himself against Cas again and earning a small gasp.  
“No. I want you inside me.” Those words out of Cas’ mouth were enough to finish Dean off right then if he had wanted. Instead he lowered himself to Castiel’s groin and pressed his lips to the tented material. After a bit of torture there, he slid off the underwear and took a moment to admire Cas’ body.  
“Congrats, Jimmy.” He muttered.  
“Is it considered sizable?” Cas asked in that clinical tone. Dean chuckled at Cas’ endless ignorance to these things and nodded. He found himself overwhelmed with the urge to kiss Cas’ cock so he did, pressing his lips to the head and then sliding his tongue around it. Cas’ moan only encouraged him to take it into his mouth. He sheathed his teeth and slid his mouth down the shaft, running his tongue down the bottom as well. He surprised himself by taking it nearly down to the base and Cas was holding his breath. Dean slid him back out and rose to eye level. He offered his fingers to Cas who obediently sucked them without question and when they were sufficiently wet. Dean withdrew them.  
“Please!” Cas begged. Dean took a moment to appreciate the beauty of this man, hair disheveled from sex and mouth bruised from rough kissing. Cas had never been more beautiful than he was now with his body sprawled out and his cock bobbing up against his belly. Dean felt himself quiver.  
Dean sat back and moved between Cas’ legs, arching him up to gain access to his ass. He prodded at Cas before the angel understood and relaxed enough for Dean to push in a finger. His first reaction was surprise that Cas didn’t appear to be a virgin in this way. He easily fit in another finger and then another, moving back and forth in useless preparation, but Dean decided now was not the time for questions. Besides, the idea of another man touching Cas in this way was oddly infuriating. Dean shoved that away too.  
“No lube, two choices.” Dean grunted. “Grin and bear it, or help yourself out and help me out.” He smiled to show that the ‘grin and bear it’ bit was a joke and was pleasantly surprised by how quickly Cas rose to the task. He pulled out of his own briefs, casting them aside without question, and left himself totally and confidently exposed. Cas took Dean all at once, wrapping his lips around the head of Dean’s cock and sliding down a bit. Dean shuddered at the tight warmth of Cas’ mouth and resisted the urge to grab a handful of Cas’ dark hair.  
Cas made a quick job of it, eager to get to the rest of the evening and his mouth soon pulled away. Dean watched his gaze linger on his work, admiring Dean’s thick cock. Cas lay back, obviously giving the go ahead bust still Dean asked “Are you ready?”  
“Yes. Please.” Cas grunted. Dean lowered himself into push up position over Cas and clumsily slid himself in. That part was never graceful. But the look on Cas’ face when Dean was fully inside of him was well worth all of it. His breathing hitched and he reached up to grasp Dean’s shoulders. Dean paused to admire Cas’ natural good looks and overall disheveled appearance when Cas became impatient.  
“Move!” he commanded. Dean obeyed at once, rocking his hips back and then forward again. Cas’ breathing grew even more erratic and Dean knew he couldn’t last long. Cas’ fingers dug in on his grip on Dean’s shoulders and Dean took that as a good sign, moving more forcefully.  
“You good?” He managed.  
“Yes.” Cas breathed in between thrusts. Cas’ sounds of pleasure grew louder when Dean found his sweet spot again and again.  
“Dean,” Cas said urgently. “I don’t know your expectations… of duration…” Cas grunted between gasps. “But I cannot continue much longer… Without climaxing.”  
“Come, Castiel.” Dean commanded. “Come for me, baby.” He continued the motion of his hips, arcing up into Cas’ prostate over and over. Cas moaned and gasped, clawing at Dean’s back for leverage. Dean knew that he couldn’t take much more so he reached down between them to wrap a hand around Cas’ cock. He rubbed his thumb against the head, trying to make sure Cas would climax first and shortly after he did Cas’ back arched up again and he cried out Dean’s name as he came. Cas’ muscles tightened around Dean’s length and Dean gave a moan in reply. A few short thrusts later and Dean followed, collapsing in the aftermath on Cas’ belly.  
They remained joined for a bit, catching their breath until Dean stirred and pulled out, reaching up to kiss Cas roughly on the mouth. He lay back with the angel who had draped himself across Dean’s chest and wondered what this meant as far as their relationship went. He knew he wanted this, a lot more of this. But what did that mean?  
“Dean?”  
“Yeah, Cas?”  
“If you’re worried about what this means… it could mean nothing if you wanted. But that’s not what I want.” Cas said.  
“Me either, Cas. I think it means everything.”  
They slept.


	2. Grace and All

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Dean and Cas need to talk about what happened... or drive across the country to work a case and be interrupted by Sam twice. Either way...

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I wasn't planning on adding any chapter to this, but here you go! Enjoy.

Dean Winchester awoke to the sound of flapping wings, like an enormous flock of bird taking off all at once. He sat up with a start, taking note of the ache in his lower back and thighs, only to see Castiel standing in the middle of the room holding a paper bag. His eyes turned slightly to find Dean and despite his constantly furrowed brow, Dean thought he saw a little extra pinkness in his face.  
The memories came back to him; striking out at the bar, going home with Cas, and…  
“Breakfast.” Castiel announced, holding up the bag. “I went to a donut shop in Georgia that I remembered you liking.” He hesitated before clearing his throat and setting the bag at the foot of the bed. Castiel’s clothing was ruffled from spending the night on the floor and Dean realized then that he was still as naked as the day he was born.   
“Thanks.” Dean said, smiling awkwardly. “You didn’t have to go all that way; I know it saps your mojo.” He sat up and grabbed the bag. It looked like Cas had gotten one of everything.   
Last night had been great. Dean had been with men before but not anyone like Castiel. He had been eager and clumsy and something about that turned Dean on. He couldn’t remember the last time sex had been that good. He had even stayed the night, something he normally spared women the awkwardness of. And then afterwards… He told Cas the truth. That it had meant everything to him. It was something he didn’t know he wanted, but once he had it he realized how much he craved it.   
In a surge of confidence Dean climbed out of the bed and crossed over to Cas, kissing him roughly on the mouth. He felt Cas stiffen under his hands and then relax into it, like a weight had been lifted. The kiss quickly turned into something more when Dean slid his hands into Cas’ coat to pull him even closer. He felt himself start to get hard when a bang on the door separated them.  
“Cas?” Dean recognized Sam’s voice. “Cas, have you seen Dean? He hasn’t been answering his cell and he didn’t come home last night… Cas?” Sam banged on the door again and Dean glanced down at his naked body in panic.  
“He’s here!” Cas replied, moving to answer the door. Dean grabbed his arm to stop him.  
“Are you insane?” He asked in a whisper. “He can’t know what we did last night!”  
“Why not?” Cas asked, actually sounding hurt.  
“Look,” Dean said, his voice softening. “What we did was amazing. Best ever I think… But we can’t go around telling people until we know what this is, okay? Just promise me you won’t tell Sammy?”  
“Cas, open the door, what’s going on?” Sam banged on the door again.  
“Cas.” Dean prompted.   
“Okay, I promise. But we need to discuss this soon, Dean. I’m very confused…” Castiel moved for the door again and Dean stopped him with an intense kiss. He felt Cas thread his fingers through his hair and all too soon they broke apart.   
“Thank you. I’m getting in the shower now.” Dean scrambled around the room, gathering up his clothes from the floor. When he had them all he rushed into the bathroom, smiling at Cas through the door before he shut it.   
Castiel was a horrible liar.   
Dean could hear him through the door while he washed his hair and stretched out his sore muscles. Cas had really taken it out of him.   
“Hello, Sam.” Cas said when he opened the door. Dean wished he could see Sam’s face, to know if he was still mad about that last run in with the Djinns.   
“What the hell, Cas? Did you get lost on the way to the door?” Sam asked.  
“No. The room is too small for me to become lost.” Cas replied. Dean smothered a laugh. Metaphors had always escaped the fallen angel.   
“Where is Dean?” Sam asked, his voice tense. So he was still mad. Dean rested his forehead against the tile wall of the shower and let the water run over his face. What was he supposed to do? Djinn are crazy powerful and Sam’s head hadn’t been in the game for weeks! So Dean went off by himself, so what? He had to keep Sammy safe at all costs…  
It didn’t help his case that Sam had been the one to rescue him from a particularly stealthy female Jinni that Dean had mistaken for a victim of the male he was chasing. Sam had found him with her boot against his head, bleeding and helpless. Helpless…   
“Dean is in the shower.” Cas replied. “He came last night and then he slept. I did not because I am an angel and I don’t need sleep… I can sleep if I choose but there is only one bed in this room. So I did not…” Dean grimaced and started to hurry his scrubbing along. Cas was dying out there. The water started to run darker as Dean scrubbed the dirt away from his skin. He had really needed a shower. When he got out he moved to the mirror to assess the cut on the side of his face from the fight yesterday. It was practically gone already, just bled a lot at the time. Still he knew Sam would see it.   
He re-dressed in his dirty clothes with the new tear in the knee of his jeans and towel dried his hair before coming out into the room. Sam turned from Cas to look at him and his jaw tightened. Dean knew he was looking at the small red line across the side of Dean’s face. Dean turned aside.  
“You can’t call?” Sam asked.  
“Since when do I answer to you?” Dean shot back. Sam seethed silently for a moment, collecting his thoughts.  
“Djinn have moved on by now. Well, the living ones.” Sam said. “Should only be two or three, I got the two you chased down yesterday.”   
“What?” Dean asked. “When?”  
“When you passed out. Right before I revived you and carried your ass out of there. What were you thinking?” Sam got progressively louder as he spoke.   
“Hey!” Dean shouted. “I was trying to protect you!”  
“And how did that work out?! You nearly got yourself killed! You need to give up this macho older sibling bullshit, and-”  
“Boys!” Castiel shouted suddenly. His shoulders were squared and his jaw tight. He looked like the proper angel warrior he had been when Dean first met him, and Dean felt his blood rush down to his groin. “If you could refrain from acting like children, I have found us a new case.”  
“Us? You mean Dean and I, right?” Sam asked.  
“Wait, I thought you had Angel Radio cut off?” Dean hurried to cover Sam’s inquiry.   
“I received a text from a blocked number. I assume it is the vigilante Charlie Bradbury? It includes details, an address, and ample smiling faces made from keyboard symbols.” He tossed his phone to Sam and then shot Dean a look. Dean shrugged, knowing Cas was upset at Sam’s question. Sure, Cas hadn’t done too well in his last ride-along, but Dean wanted him to come. He just hoped that wouldn’t raise too many questions.   
“Cas, could you zap over to Sam’s hotel room and get our stuff? I want to leave as soon as possible.” Dean smiled weakly at Castiel who nodded and was gone in a rush of invisible feathers.   
“Second body this week to show up in the same place.” Sam read. “Both bodies trace back to missing persons who disappeared several states from where they were found. Sulfer was noted on the scene assessment.”  
“Demon killings?” Dean asked.   
“No. It says here that both victims had identical stab wounds to the chest and their eyes are solid black.” He paused. “Someone is killing demons. Could be angels?”  
“Could be other demons. Who cares?” Dean asked.  
“Well, the town they were found in is famous for several different reasons. Seems, ten years ago five different stars were suddenly recognized for their talents.” He gave Dean a knowing look.   
“So, five people lock lips with Satan’s army, and two demons turn up dead?” Dean mused. “Are the humans killing them? How?”   
“That’s why Charlie wants us to go. Could be a knife like ours or a human with an angel blade, either way, something useful. There are no hunters in that area that I know of.”   
“Me either.” Dean affirmed. He paused and drew in a deep breath. “Sam, look. Cas is coming with us.”  
“What, why? He’s nearly blown our cover every time.” Sam protested.   
“I just… He’s been helpful lately and if this is an angel we’ll need him. Unless you want your eyes burned out of your head.” Dean argued. He knew that they could do this without Cas but something was there and Dean knew it. Something between him and Cas that he hadn’t felt since he was with Lisa… Maybe even stronger.   
“Okay, yeah. We could always use help in a fight. But take his badge.” Sam laughed.  
“Yeah, definitely.” Dean smiled at his brother. He hadn’t meant to go all crazy macho, but he had been protecting Sam since he was little. “Sammy-”  
Cas returned in that moment, Dean’s duffel bag under one arm and Sam’s in his hand.   
“Ready?” he asked.   
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The case was harder than they thought. The small town police department hadn’t kept terribly great records and the bodies had already been cremated. Sam and Dean spent the day interviewing people who lived near the dirt road intersection where the bodies were found. They all said the same thing:   
“Never seen them before.”  
“Such a shame.”   
“I hope this won’t mar the town reputation.”  
Only two of the five celebrities still lived in town. One an actor Dean had seen on the big screen before, and the other a pop star gone rock star they had both heard on the radio, and of the two, neither wanted to speak to “the police.”  
Cas had obediently stayed away from the investigation once they convinced him that staying at the hotel was the best choice for him. Now, with night falling, Sam and Dean headed back to their hotel with nothing to go on but a text message. When they arrived Dean immediately realized how awkward this would be. Cas had gotten two rooms, both with full sized beds instead of two twins. Sam shot Dean a confused look and Dean shrugged.   
“Cas is paying. It’ll be nice to stretch my legs.” He said before choosing a room and going inside. He shut the door behind him and relaxed against it. Sam didn’t have to know that Cas would be sleeping in here too. Surely Cas was smart enough to cover that fact?  
“Goodnight, Sam.” Cas called before opening the door and throwing dean with it. Cas shut the door, with a confused expression.  
“Why are you on the floor?” he asked. Dean took a deep breath.  
“Don’t kill the angel, don’t kill the angel.” He muttered, climbing to his feet and brushing himself off. “Cas! Why didn’t you zap in here?” Dean demanded.  
“I didn’t see a need to use my power.” Cas replied innocently. Dean started to argue, but decided against it.  
“We need to talk.” He sat at the edge of the bed and patted the mattress for Cas to join him. Once the angel was seated, Dean continued. “Last night was fantastic... I haven’t had sex that good in years, maybe ever. Was it good for you?” Dean asked sheepishly.  
“Of course it was good for me.” Cas responded. “But I had to hold back a lot. Humans can’t always handle the extent of an angel’s Grace. It can overstimulate and become painful.”   
“Wait, you're saying that wasn’t all you could give?” Dean asked incredulously. “Cas, you’ll be the death of me.” Cas jumped and looked at Dean with wide eyes.  
“I didn’t mean to say it could kill you! My Grace cannot kill you!” He insisted.  
“Figure of speech!” Dean defended. Cas relaxed a bit, turning pink around the ears.  
“I thought a fear of death would prevent you from wanting to touch me again.” Cas admitted. Dean’s eyebrows shot up. He got to his feet and immediately turned to face Cas, leaning down to eyelevel.   
“Nothing could stop me from having you again, not even the fear of death.” He said. Cas tilted his face up to kiss Dean just as someone started banging on the door.   
“Dean?” it was Sam.  
“Nothing except Sam, apparently.” Dean growled, going to the door.   
Sam wanted to go and get dinner. He figured they may run into something interesting and having Cas there to detect demons couldn’t hurt. Dean agreed and he and Cas followed Sam out to the Impala. The obvious question hung in the air. Dean’s chest was tight with anxiety, but Sam didn’t seem to care. They loaded into the car and drove until they found a diner. Once they were all seated and had drinks on the way Sam opened his laptop and started searching.  
“Okay, celeb number one, Anna Brinkley. Says here that she was twenty-six when she was spotted in a local mall and snatched up by a modeling agent.” Sam read. Dean Snorted.   
“Let me guess, top of her career in mere months.”  
“Try weeks,” Sam countered. “The other models hate her.” He kept scrolling down while dean waited on his burger. It was eleven o’clock at night and they were the only ones in the diner aside from a larger man who sat at the bar. They had to convince Cas to eat something even when he insisted that food no longer held any joy for him. He settled on a grilled cheese and a cup of coffee.   
Castiel had no experience with these things. He wasn’t a virgin, but sex had always been peculiar. With meg it was rough and lasted all night long. She was demanding and he tried his best to deliver. Something about her was intoxicating to him, he couldn’t resist. After her death it was a while before he was with anyone else. And then the mistake of the century… In his moment of weakness he let himself fall under another demons spell…  
Cas shoved Crowley out of his brain, wishing that whole night had never happened. He hoped Dean wouldn’t know that he had been intimate with a man before, but something told him Dean already knew somehow. He could never know who, though. Cas would take that to his grave. And aside from that, those were his only two sexual partners before Dean. It was amazing how long he lived his life without sex, but being in a human vessel multiplied his desires by ten, almost as if Jimmy’s brain were still active.   
The only other experience he had with sex was cable porn. As soon as that popped into his head an idea immediately followed. In a movie he once saw, a woman sat at a table next to a man and began teasing him through his pants. It was exciting because they could get caught, right? Somehow Castiel found that logic sound and very unceremoniously plopped his hand on Dean’s thigh, unbeknownst to Sam.   
Dean stiffened immediately. He knew this game. Girls had done this to him countless times. Surely, Cas didn’t think that now was a good idea for foreplay? But there he went, running his callused fingers over the inseam of Dean’s jeans. Heat began to rise; Dean feared he would start to sweat. Sam rambled on and on about the other four celebrities, completely unaware. Dean shot Cas a look that told him to quit, but Cas appeared to be listening to Sam speak.  
Castiel made it all the way up to the bulge in Dean’s pants before Dean finally couldn’t take anymore.  
“I don’t feel well!” he announced, his voice an octave too high. Sam looked up over his computer, startled. Cas tried his best to hide his smug expression, but Dean saw it. “Cas, zap me back to the hotel.” He demanded.  
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.   
“I don’t know. Maybe those Djinn got me worse than I thought. Cas, please.” Dean was pleading now. He could feel his jeans getting tighter as Sam shrugged.  
“Okay. I’ll check in on you in a bit.”  
Cas clapped Dean on the shoulder and the next thing Dean knew he could feel the foot of his bed impact the backs of his calves. Cas was on top of him in a heart-beat.  
“Cas, what the hell?!” Dean demanded. Cas ran his fingers down Dean’s back and Dean couldn’t help but shudder.  
“No talking.” Cas said. “I want to show you all of me.”


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